The lack of communication was pretty evident when his (admittedly half-assed) attempt at negotiation failed. Apparently squid didn't negotiate. Or speak Arcadian.

Or give a damn, possibly.

Probably the latter, Vyse figured when he was swung around and dropped into a nest of some sort, wincing when he landed on something sharp that cracked under his weight. Bones? He wasn't that interested in finding out, trying to scramble away the moment he was free.

He got a few feet of freedom before getting caught again. Or...well, he wasn't being prevented from leaving, but he swore that the now friendlier tentacle was trying to get his pants off.

So he kicked at it. This was totally the best idea...aside from magic, but he wasn't about to use anything that might just anger his captor or cause the cave to collapse on top of both of them.